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This one is for the both of you!

You’ve given me many sleepless nights and I can’t believe you’re on holiday now, Eirik, and I won’t get to go on and on and on and on .. about it:)

well, atleast Gerdur is stil here. Beat this!

I am tired of people saying they don’t believe in God. Why is there this need for proof of concept. Why must I have some sort of proof to prove that a force exists.It is so obvious. Why don’t you prove that it doesn’nt?

And since we are on the topic, I am equally tired of people telling me there is a God and he wears white and says that we must love each other. How do you know that?

Th term God is given to the creator who created the object when there was no object. Similarly the word living can only be accorded to objects that reproduce and grow in size. The origin of these objects is open to debate.

If we simplify the explanation for a bit, (open our minds) and accept the above terminology of God being the creator and man being the created and take it two steps furthur. All other things remaining unchanged, we can easily say that man, the inventor of the Ketchup bottle , is the God of ketchup bottle and the ketchup bottle is the God of ..well absolute nonsense. But I am trying to make a point here.

And the point is basically to make possible the acceptance of the word in a non religious context that does not scare people away. Here is another example that might click .

I believe cars are living things. I believe man is the God of car. I believe the car does?nt know that man exists. But I believe the car knows that something must.

I believe the average car wakes up each morning and leaves one place for another. It knows where it is going. It knows it is coming back home. What it doesn’nt know is that there is a man inside ‘it’ sitting on its cushion leather seat directing its route. Decideing where it goes. Which traffic light it stops at.

When man walks out of the car. It’s like sleep. Like the soul leaving the body. The car does’nt know but it senses.

When it moves fast or slow, when it drives home in rough weather. The car knows that there is someone steering its life. When the car meets with an accident, when it misses an accident by a hair. It kind of guesses, something other than it itself had something to do with it.

But can the car ever know for sure? Can the car ever know that it’s being driven by someone else. A man. Its creator. Can it face up to that level of truth? Does it even need to?

how can a person who believes in science, and ‘knows ‘ that for something to exist, something must have existed before, fails to acknoledge the existance of that something that existed before, something existed before.

And if you don’t want to call it God. Don’t . But why, if all the fluff around the word is taken away, are you still afraid to accept the term in its logical sense?

At the same timeI don’t urge anyone to believe in God equalling to a set of rules for living. Why is God good?

Here is why- Because being good equals more people emulating good than bad thus making life on earth more pleasurable for those alive. It also saves people from questioning too much about life after life and life before life.

But are people so afraid to come to terms with not knowing everything that they cannot figure that out?

I am sure I am offending a lot of people here and I completely agree that God and prayer is a private emotion. So is faith and religious expression. I have nothing against any of them. I also don’t want to force the word God down people?s throats. If you’d rather not care, that is okay.

But why are people so uncomfortable discussing, beleiving in and coming to terms with the one word that affects every person. Why must everone deny the existance of a force that exists outside of us, not accpet the power of coinicidence or fate as one may see fit to call it.

Why do we force people to think a certain way about that word or choose not about it think at all?

I often get the feeling that God is suddenly ‘the-one-who-must-not-be-named’ and I do believe whatever I may have said thus far that, that certainly can’t be a good thing.

After all as Dumbledore once said:

‘Always call things by their proper names. Fear of a name only increases the fear of the thing itself.’

So there! I have had my say. Good night and god bless;)

Tetirs is a computer game which involves creating straight lines out of the odd shaped bricks that fall from the top and then making these straight lines disappear. The game is completely basic and mostly everyone has played it. ( especially people after pc man and before battlefield and xboxes!)

I waste a lot of time playing it.

But its really become more than a game now! If anyhting it really helps me stay focussed and beat any kind of stress. ( I am not just brainwashed;). People however tend to paly it very differently! And to me it really says a lot about how the person thinks as well..

For eg. There is the guy who does not take risks:
When this guy plays the game he likes to make one straight line at one time and earn a steady number of points. Infact you can almost always predict the amount of points he will score. This is the person who likes things slow and steady, doing one thing at a time and doing it well.

An average number of lines disappear at the end of the game. The guy who played the game probably woke up every day to go to work, had three kids, did the right thing and still dreams about the day in level four when he made the 4 lines disappear all at once and received the biggest high of his life. That was the day he proposed or did something else special. Nice.

But you won’t find his name on the high score table.

The guy who does take risks:
In tetris, when you make more than one line disappear at one time ( the maximum at one time is 4) you earn more points. Plus the visual impact of seeing so much disappear soon, (similar to the public applaud received from family and friends for taking risks that result in success ) gives a big high to achieve more.
This player is obsessed with these high points! He recieves a lot of attention but is impatient and sometimes completely loses track of the big picture simply to make life more interesting now.

So yes, his level 1 and 2 game is great! But does he ever reach beyond that level?

The guy who is stupid:
This guy waits and waits for the brick that he wants. Ignoring what that he gets. He ignores, is completely insenetive towards all the other things in life that demand his attention. He is forgets that life will move on even if he does not get the elusive 4 block straight line brick he has been waiting for.
He waits for the child he wants, the perfect girlfirend, the promotion. He forgets he can play with the other pieces.That he still has a lot to play for. He refuses to accept the bricks life sends his way. And ends the game frustrated, disillusionsed and blaming the brick that never came for everything wrong.

The guy who is smart: This guy knows the balancing act or has learnt it playing. At the back of his mind, he knows what he is looking for. But he concentrates on what is, not on what he wants. This isn’t easy to do, the game is not always interesting. Life isnt fair. But this guy knows that if he holds on long enough, then statisitally speaking he will get that perfect brick he is looking for. And if he doesn’t it is not the end of the world - he can still reach the high score table.

The guy who gives up: This guy is just a nervous wreck. He cracks under pressure. He gets afraid even before he has reason to be and doesn’t see that three fourth of his life lies ahead of him. He sees that t -shaped brick coming his way which he did not want.Oh, he sees it. And he sees the space he’s been saving for the four block straight line brick.

He knows the space and piece don’t fit. He gets nervous. What if I never get what I want? What if this is all I am worth? What if I am not smart enough? What if I never find the right job? the right brick?, the right shoes.? And in that 10 seconds of absolute terror, he forces the t-shape brick try to fit the space he has been saving for the straight line all his level 3 life.

And suddenly with that one stroke of stupidity, the game is over.

(I really don’t like the last kind of player!)

There are so many other kinds - the lucky player, the player who gives up in the middle, the confused player whoese tetris box looks like a jumble of bricks! He tries one brick, then another, then another.. As an outsider you can see that if he only took it slow for a while, ,he can start all over and do much better.

You can also tell a lot about a person from all the incomplete lines. The lines represent where people have been before and what they tried to achieve. Sometimes you see a big nice symmetrical space much below in the box. You see how much a person gave up to be where they are today.

The thing about the game is that the bricks don’t stop coming. Each brick is a problem/an opportunity.

Sometimes we don’t get what we want but we make do with the brick what we’ve got. Sometimes our wants change over time and level and suddenly we no longer want what we once did.

When to take a risk and when not to. When to wait for the elusive four block straight piece, when not to. When to move on. When to hang in. The art of tetris. The game called life. :-)

Anybody up for a game;)?